The past two weeks have been truly marvelous. From stories around the fire to graceful dinners with loving soups, artisanal morning rituals to treks on the power line trail, deep library work to freestyle rap—I will miss our cozy perch on Ski Run Boulevard. It pains me to leave
Last week, I was drafting an application form for &U. Required questions made it hard to click through each section, so I turned them off. I realized none of my fields need red stars. Click to the end, why should I block you? I only want to work with
A highlight of my Tahoe experience for the past couple weeks has been jogging five miles every day or two, minus the past couple snowy ones. Running through the woods has been quite meditative on the whole. I may return home tired, but I feel alive and focused afterwards. The
On Monday, I participated in a yoga movement blend led by Justin Simpkins. He's a new friend whose dedication to craft shines and inspires through his videography, Conversation Company, handstands, and soothing measured vocal cords. Justin is a certified instructor with CorePower Yoga. I've tried their
When I worked at Scale and ReadMe, I sometimes looked at the team rankings for messages sent per month. To me, this was a funny chart in Slack's analytics. I found very little correlation between that list and my mental model of perceived competence or contribution. I'
Over the years, through therapy and friends, the book Nonviolent Communication has come up a lot. I finally got myself a copy and put it on top of my reading list for the month. There were many wonderful examples and concrete tips in the book, not only showcasing how to
We're all born, by default, betting our mother won't stab us. Newborns might be robust against accidental drops, but most people chuckle at dead baby jokes. Killing defenseless children revolts us due to the obvious moral absurdity. Another default is our country of birth. This is
Saw two or three on my morning run. The first had beautiful light fur and bolted across the path, up the mountain, into the trees. The second had a darker grey coat. It scampered off a bit then stopped, turning back to look at me as I jogged by. As
As I look ahead to producing new content this month, I wanted to dig through the archives and glance back for a moment. My first podcast was Yup & Coming. Looks like it's still on spotify. I recorded those episodes from Loja Ecuador in a blanket fort. My
As you may have noticed, like everyone else in SF, I've been pondering AI. There will probably be at least 10 more years of world-changing developments ahead of us. Like with the internet, things may take decades to unfold. It's still early days. the internet
A couple days ago, I went on a hike with a group of acquaintances. Someone I hadn't met before ended up beside me. We walked together for maybe 20 minutes. Those 20 minutes were intense. She peppered me with questions. I gave short answers, then things got interesting.
Steven Pressfield tells artists that we tap into the divine when we put our butt in the chair. The Muse visits us and inspiration strikes precisely at 7:30am sharp, after brewing coffee and showering, once we sit down to type. Pressfield's wisdom—elegantly articulated in both The
